3 Works by FromAnonymousToZ in 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
15 May 2019
Three months ago a string of kidnappings of teenagers with powerful quirks alerted the heroes of Japan to the movement of another villain group only a few months after the take down of the notorious Red Slate group. All their information pointed to a particularly nasty villain group experimenting with powerful quirks and attempting to recreate them to make a bio engineered super weapon called the Nomu that had allegedly been created two years ago but had failed to survive after Tremor Shock attacked the city. It was a case big enough to gather the greatest heroes in the world in the meeting space of Japan’s greatest heroes, a small bread and breakfast, the deceiving homely front for the hero organization of underground heroes united, on the outskirts of a large city, in a room tucked up in the attic crammed around table the titans of the hero world gathered around.
18 Feb 2019
Every child was born with a quirk. Each generation the quirks became more volatile, more dangerous, even more powerful than the generation before. That meant all heroes and villains would outshine their teachers their mentors, and each generation the civilians were in more danger, but there was one fatal flaw to the generations who’s quirks outshined the former. They relied to much on their quirks.
It had been so long since Midoriya had seen a hero in a fistfight where the odds were so percariously stacked that it came down to skill that determined the victor. He was approaching 50 years of age, the number 1 hero of them all. Soon he would pass on his quirk to a worthy heir… but he could find no one, no child willing to push beyond a quirk. To put in effort.
23 Dec 2018
The god of death stands at his balcony door, made of dark metal and warped greying glass. He can see the celestial army approaching the halls of death. His two companions, dusk’s voice the voice of sleep who lures children to their slumber and midnight the true embodiment of night stand behind him.
He pushes open the glass doors stepping on to the balcony. His eyes narrow as he gazes on the army approaching his gates. Mortals fight a constant battle with death, trying to thwart him for as long as they can, the amount who had had come to his abode in order to fight him off was stunning.
Never before had he had an army of spirits, mortals and gods alike at his gates.